The theme for the August Phat Fiber Box, I must confess, did not excite me. “Arabian Nights.” What, pray tell, am I to do with a theme like that? Lawrence of Arabia and Ali? Black and purple, gold and white? Well, it was a possibility, though not a terribly exciting one.
I don’t remember now, exactly how the discussion began, but my dear internet friend, Khadijah, somehow sparked my interest in creating a lavender and pink yarn colorway, and I liked what I got when I tried it. She thought it was pretty, too, and gave me permission to name the colorway after her. There will be some more serious experimentation in that direction, hopefully at the end of this week, and the resulting yarns will be part of my samples for the August box.
I don’t remember now, exactly how the discussion began, but my dear internet friend, Khadijah, somehow sparked my interest in creating a lavender and pink yarn colorway, and I liked what I got when I tried it. She thought it was pretty, too, and gave me permission to name the colorway after her. There will be some more serious experimentation in that direction, hopefully at the end of this week, and the resulting yarns will be part of my samples for the August box.
But I am finding that no
matter how glorious my yarns are, they simply do not move. I put them in the
shop, and they sit. And sit. And sit. Why? Any number of reasons. Bad economy.
A glut of beautiful, hand-painted yarns from indie dyers currently on the
market. And it’s summer. In the heat, a person has to be really weird about
his/her wool obsession to want to work with the stuff.
What does this say about me?
Wool-obsessed nutcase, that’s what. There is, quite simply, no bad time for
wool. However, weather like we’ve been having drives me to the spinning wheel
more than it drives me to think of scarves, sweaters, and the promise of cooler
temperatures in the not-so-distant future.
But back to Phat Fiber. I
realized that I have probably been shooting myself in the foot by sending in
only yarn samples and patterns in recent months. My forte appears to be the
blending of spinning fibers. OK. I don’t mind shifting gears, but…“Arabian
Nights?”
With vague ideas about an “I
Dream of Jeannie” colorway, and a spinners’ version of “Khadijah,” I ordered
some wool, and when it arrived I dutifully started to play with it. Let’s get
“Jeannie” done and out of the way first, then I can really put my all into
“Khadijah.”
With Suzanne Vega’s musical take on “I Dream of Jeannie” firmly lodged in my head, I started working. I was
not seeing anything remotely like what I had been thinking of for “Jeannie,”
and then Patti Smith stepped into my brain and abruptly shoved all thoughts of
comedy out the side door.
And suddenly, there is
Salome’s deadly dance, and the gold jewelry shining all over her, maybe some
finger cymbals, too, and the pale pink of the final veil flung away, mingling
with the blood of John the Baptist. Yikes!
And in the yarn, the red dominates. The blood of John is stronger than the gold jewelry, or the pale pink of the seventh veil. Even in death, somehow, he triumphs. All is not lost.
Quite an odd journey, from one silly, half-hearted inspiration to a heavy, serious one, especially knowing how far back in my own history it goes.
Peace, St. John. This one is for you.